The camera hit Wen Qiao's apple cheek with a bang, and it hurt so much that she almost took action. She gritted her teeth and told herself that she couldn't take action in public. She couldn't take action.
Lu Youyou and Lin Xiang Chunxiao felt as if they were trapped in a swarm of zombies and there was no way they could break out of the encirclement.
Suddenly, the reporters were pushed aside by a powerful force. Before Lu Youyou could react, she was pulled aside. She screamed, "Who is it?"
Wen Qiao was embraced in a broad embrace. It was a familiar smell and a familiar touch. She looked up, and the dim light shone into his deep eyes. Although he was serious, Wen Qiao still felt warm in her heart.
When Lu Youyou saw clearly that it was Fu Nanli, she immediately became excited. A hero saving a beauty, how romantic.
After all, Fu Nanli's bodyguards were all top-notch masters, so those reporters were no match for them. After a while, Fu Nanli took people in his arms, crossed the sidewalk, and reached the other side of the street.
Those reporters originally wanted to chase and take pictures, but when they saw the car model and license plate, they dared not to chase and take pictures. It seemed that he was some important person, and even if they took the pictures, they would not be able to publish them.
The car slowly left the entrance of Ciwen.
Fu Nanli let go of her as soon as he got into the car. He was wearing a well-ironed suit, looking handsome and dignified, with a somewhat arrogant look. When he didn't speak, people didn't dare to approach him and talk to him.
Wen Qiao's tone was still cautious: "Are you... just passing by?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Fu Nanli felt inexplicably depressed.
"I was just passing by." But he still said this.
Old Hu looked at his young master in the rearview mirror, "Young master, young master, why are you doing this?" She had clearly arrived on time, watched her performance carefully, and told Young Master Cheng that she performed very well, but now she was saying that she was just passing by.
Wen Qiao nodded: "Thank you for helping me out."
The street lights flickered on and off on her face. They stopped at a red light. There happened to be a shopping mall outside. The light shone on her face. He saw a bruise on her cheek. He couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
Fingers also stretched out.
Wen Qiao touched it casually and said, "It's okay. I was hit by the camera."
Her skin is fair and tender, and would turn purple if bumped into, making people feel innocent and pitiful.
Fu Nanli was silent. When they arrived at his apartment building, Wen Qiao showed no intention of getting out of the car. He opened the door for her and asked, "Why aren't you getting out of the car?"
Wen Qiao looked up at him and said, "Do you want me to go to your place?"
The wrist was grabbed and the person was pulled out of the car.
Apparently he thought her question was nonsense.
Once he grabbed her, he didn't let go. Wen Qiao followed him and was taken back to the apartment.
His apartment had very high ceilings. There was an induction light at the entrance, and the lights in the living room were remote controlled. He pressed the remote control, and the lights everywhere lit up one after another. He went straight to the kitchen, and Wen Qiao followed him: "Didn't you have dinner? Let me help you make it. I learned a few dishes from my mother, and it will be ready soon."
"No, go sit in the living room."
Wen Qiao didn't leave, but followed behind him with a slightly flattering smile on his face, which made Fu Nanli's heart inexplicably tighten.
She was afraid of him, so she wanted to please him.
He took an egg out of the refrigerator and turned to look at her: "Wen Qiao, go sit in the living room."
"I... I want to help you."
I want to buy you a star
I want to help you find the murderer.
I want to build a Hope Primary School for you
I want to do everything I can for you.
(End of this chapter)